The Lazy Young Master of the Jin Clan

Jin Sohyun’s ninth flying sword pierced Ma Seongun’s chest.

At the unexpected surprise attack, Ma Seongun vomited blood and grabbed the flying sword that had pierced his chest with a trembling hand.

“Jin… Sohyun…”

“As expected, you don’t die easily from just this.”

“Jin… So… hyun!!”

As an explosive energy burst from Ma Seongun’s body, Jin Sohyun let go of the flying sword and retreated.

At the same time, Ma Seongun came close and rammed Jin Sohyun with his shoulder.

If it had been the usual Jin Sohyun, it would not have been an attack he couldn’t avoid, but not now.

‘My legs…’

Because he had poured all his strength into the eighth flying sword, he had no internal energy or stamina left.

Thanks to that, Jin Sohyun could not avoid Ma Seongun, who was rushing at him like a bull, having lost his reason.

Peok—!!

Jin Sohyun, who had barely defended his upper body by crossing his arms, flew like a kite with a cut string and rolled on the floor.

“Cough—!”

Jin Sohyun, who was vomiting red blood, tried to get up, but it was not easy.

‘Is my arm broken?’

The two arms that he had crossed to protect his upper body were broken.

Jin Sohyun, who had barely gotten up on his knees, discovered Ma Seongun, who was struggling to pull out the flying sword from his chest.

‘It wasn’t enough.’

If he had even a little internal energy left, he would have planted the flying sword in his chest and then made it explode.

If he had done that, the shattered fragments would have torn Ma Seongun’s organs and heart to pieces, but.

Because he had poured all his strength into the eighth flying sword, Jin Sohyun had to plant the flying sword in Ma Seongun’s chest with his pure physical strength alone.

“Disguting—!”

Jin Sohyun, who had spat out the blood that had collected in his mouth and had gotten up, grabbed the flying sword, which had only half of its blade left, with his broken arm.

He felt terrible pain, but he gritted his teeth and endured.

‘I have to end it here.’

He had to kill Ma Seongun here and now.

Only then could he bring hope to the martial world.

Teobeok— teobeok—!

Jin Sohyun limped towards Ma Seongun, and Ma Seongun, who had noticed this, raised his hand, his eyes bloodshot.

The palm force that burst from his hand came to crush Jin Sohyun, but Jin Sohyun, who had already read his movements, avoided the palm force with minimal movement.

Whether he had not completely avoided it, his left shoulder was torn and blood poured out, but he did not care.

‘Just a little more.’

The remaining distance was three steps.

Jin Sohyun took a step, avoiding the palm forces that were flying in succession.

Two steps.

Ma Seongun, who could no longer bear it, raised his fist and swung it with a crazed scream.

Jin Sohyun bent his waist, avoided Ma Seongun’s fist strike, and then took a step.

One step.

Jin Sohyun, who had kicked his toes and had flown, using the little bit of internal energy he had gathered, rammed the flying sword, which had been pulled out to some extent, with his shoulder.

Puuuk—!!

“Keuheok!”

Ma Seongun vomited blood and was in pain from the deeply embedded flying sword.

In the meantime, Jin Sohyun swung his broken arm wide.

It was to swing the half-sized flying sword using inertia.

The short blade that stretched out, drawing a semicircle, cut Ma Seongun’s neck.

Seureung—!

“Keo… heok!”

Blood poured from Ma Seongun’s neck.

‘It’s shallow…’

Jin Sohyun knew that he could not completely kill Ma Seongun with this, so he tried to swing his sword again.

But at that moment.

A black shadow was cast behind Jin Sohyun.

Jin Sohyun, who had noticed this, gritted his teeth.

‘At least Ma Seongun!’

Even if he died, he had to finish Ma Seongun.

The moment Jin Sohyun was about to swing his flying sword, squeezing out his last strength, the black figure that had come behind him spread one arm wide and hugged Jin Sohyun.

“Heuhaap!!”

At the same time, the man who had hugged Jin Sohyun flew, and a fierce aura poured over him.

Kwagagang—!!

The man, who had succeeded in avoiding the attack by a hair’s breadth, carried Jin Sohyun on his back.

Jin Sohyun said.

“Ma Seongun is still…”

“This is enough. Even if that person doesn’t die… I can’t let the young master die here.”

The one who had carried Jin Sohyun was the Qingyu True Man.

He had noticed that there were people watching their fight besides Jin Sohyun and Ma Seongun, and he had urgently gathered his strength through qi circulation.

Even that was not enough, so he had even used his innate true qi.

Thanks to that, the Qingyu True Man was able to exert the strength of his prime and was quickly escaping the Qingcheng Mountain, jumping over the collapsing walls.

Of course, through this, the Qingyu True Man would become a body that could no longer perform martial arts, but now was not the time to think about the aftermath.

‘They’re getting closer.’

The men in black who had appeared, jumping over the wall, were getting closer and closer.

The Qingyu True Man gritted his teeth.

‘I have to save this person even if I have to sacrifice my life!’

Right now, the future of the righteous martial world was on his back.

If he died, there would be no future to be found in the righteous martial world.

That’s why.

The sect master of the Qingcheng Sect, the Qingyu True Man, ran and ran to fulfill his last mission.

The place where the Qingyu True Man, who had been running without a break, stopped was a large waterfall located southwest of Mount Qingcheng.

‘Seongun Waterfall.’

The river of Seongun Waterfall flowed long below and led to the riverside of a nearby city.

“Please… may the heavens protect this person.”

The Qingyu True Man, who had realized that he could no longer run away, let Jin Sohyun flow into the waterfall.

Desperately praying that someone would find Jin Sohyun.

“Please live.”

With these words, the Qingyu True Man ran in the opposite direction of the waterfall.

And not long after, the Mixed Demon Squad, who had been chasing him, appeared in front of the Qingyu True Man. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

“Where did you hide Jin Sohyun?”

At his question, the Qingyu True Man smiled weakly.

“He has been entrusted to the future.”

“It’s a meaningless act. Tell me now. Then I will spare your life.”

“I am Ungiseok, the 19th sect master of the Qingcheng Sect.”

The Qingyu True Man, Ungiseok.

He stood facing his enemy with his bare hands.

“Come. I will show you the power of Qingcheng to you demons.”

The five members of the Mixed Demon Squad looked at each other and nodded their heads.

“The opponent is a sect master who has broken his innate true qi. We will attack together and finish him.”

The five members of the Mixed Demon Squad rushed towards Ungiseok at the same time.

Their power was mighty, but Ungiseok, who had even raised his innate true qi, fought desperately.

He fought and fought with his battered body and only his left hand, having lost his right.

And so, their fight ended with Ungiseok’s left leg and waist being deeply cut, and then his neck being cut.

“It took longer than I thought. Scatter and find Jin Sohyun!”

While the members of the Mixed Demon Squad scattered in all directions and chased Jin Sohyun.

Jin Sohyun, who had fallen into the waterfall, slowly flowed along the river.

***

“Are you okay, Leader?”

Pyo Ung pulled out the flying sword from Ma Seongun’s chest and then checked his condition.

Surprisingly, even though he had been injured to the point where it would not have been strange if he had died several times, Ma Seongun was still alive and breathing.

And the stab wound on his neck was also healing quickly.

‘This is not the power of a human.’

Pyo Ung swallowed his dry saliva and stepped back, looking around.

With Jin Sohyun’s intrusion, the martial artists of the alliance had fled.

Although the Poison Sect was chasing them, there was no news yet.

And there was no news about the whereabouts of the Qingyu True Man, who had carried Jin Sohyun and had fled.

‘It’s ominous.’

Pyo Ung’s wrong judgment had played a big part in Ma Seongun becoming like this.

Pyo Ung, who had watched Ma Seongun for a long time, had not thought that he would lose to someone.

He had believed that even Jin Sohyun, who was called the Flying Heaven Sword Ghost and was rising as a hero of the righteous martial world and a disaster for the heretic martial world, could not be his opponent.

And his belief was shattered along with Ma Seongun’s Bloodstone Sword.

“…”

Pyo Ung picked up the shattered Bloodstone Sword.

On the blade, which had not a single scratch, only one place was clearly cracked.

‘Was this his aim from the beginning?’

No matter how hard an object is, if you keep hitting only one spot, it is bound to crack.

Jin Sohyun had created a hair-thin crack in the Bloodstone Sword by throwing his flying swords in succession, and he had finally succeeded in breaking the Bloodstone Sword by putting all his strength into the eighth flying sword.

‘A scary person.’

Even in the pitch-black darkness where no path could be seen, Jin Sohyun had found a path.

And he had almost achieved victory.

If it hadn’t been for the intrusion of the Mixed Demon Squad, Jin Sohyun would have succeeded in killing Ma Seongun.

“It was dangerous. I never imagined that Jin Sohyun would be that strong…”

“Keu… keueueuk!!”

Pyo Ung, who was surprised by the scream from behind, drew his sword and looked back.

In the place he had looked back, a scene he had never imagined was seen.

“Keueueuk!!”

Ma Seongun, who had come to his senses, had grabbed the neck of the Mixed Demon Squad martial artist who was supporting him.

“Leader!”

Before the surprised Pyo Ung could stop him, Ma Seongun’s hand pierced the Mixed Demon Squad martial artist’s chest.

And then he pulled out his heart.

Adeuk— adeuk—!!

Ma Seongun put the pulled-out heart in his mouth, chewed and chewed, and then swallowed.

Ma Seongun, who had thrown the dead Mixed Demon Squad member like trash, approached Pyo Ung without even wiping the blood from his mouth.

“Leader… Leader…”

“Blood…”

“Yes?”

“I need more blood.”

Pyo Ung, who had realized that Ma Seongun’s two eyes were soaked in madness, knelt on one knee and shouted.

“I will follow your command. I will bring more…!”

Ma Seongun’s hand roughly grabbed Pyo Ung’s neck.

Pyo Ung, who was lifted like a piece of luggage, could not even resist and looked down at Ma Seongun with eyes soaked in fear.

“More… blood.”

“I… will surely… bring it!”

Ma Seongun, who had been glaring at Pyo Ung as if he would kill him at any moment, released his hand.

Thanks to that, Pyo Ung, who had become a free body, bowed his head, holding back his cough.

“What happened to… Jin Sohyun?”

“We are chasing him. As soon as we find Jin Sohyun, we will offer him to you, Leader.”

“I have to kill that bastard. I have to kill him.”

“Of course.”

“I have to kill… Jin Sohyun.”

Pyo Ung raised his head with a puzzled face and met Ma Seongun’s eyes.

And he realized.

‘He’s broken… and has collapsed!’

The Ma Seongun who was always full of confidence was no longer there.

In the two eyes of Ma Seongun, who had lost to Jin Sohyun, an indescribable fear was seated, and he was trembling, muttering that he had to drink more blood.

‘The hero of the heretic path…’

An familiar voice was heard from behind the confused Pyo Ung.

“Tsk tsk.”

At the old man’s voice, which was clicking his tongue, Pyo Ung stood up and bowed his head.

“You’ve come, Great General Manager.”

The Great General Manager, Mu Yu, clicked his tongue and walked, standing facing Ma Seongun.

“Did you lose?”

“…”

“It’s good that you didn’t die. You must have realized from this fight. Jin Sohyun is a bastard who must be killed. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes… Jin Sohyun must die. That bastard must die… he shouldn’t be alive!”

“Then tell me. Ma Seongun.”

Mu Yu approached Ma Seongun without fear and stroked his blood-stained face with his wrinkled hand.

“If there’s anything you need, tell me everything. This Mu Yu will do anything for you.”

“I need more blood.”

“Of course, it must be the fresh blood of masters, right?”

As Ma Seongun nodded his head, Mu Yu cackled.

“Don’t worry. The foolish and dull Martial Alliance is coming to Sichuan, leading their martial artists. With a feast for you!”

“The Martial Alliance.”

“Come with me. Your insatiable hunger… this Mu Yu will fill it.”

And Mu Yu had one more thing to do.

“Seolpyeong.”

“Yes, Great General Manager.”

“Spread a rumor.”

“What should the content be?”

Mu Yu said, stroking his chin.

“The Flying Heaven Sword Ghost, Jin Sohyun. After losing to the Blood-Sucking Sword Demon, Ma Seongun, at Mount Qingcheng…”

Mu Yu cackled.

“He ran away shamefully.”

(End of Chapter)